Lucia was exhausted.
After a long day of classes, she just wanted to go back to her dorm, crawl into bed, and pretend the past 24 hours hadn’t happened. The fundraiser, the overnight stay at Adrian’s place, the awkward morning after—it was too much.
But the moment she stepped out of her class, she knew something was off.
People were staring. Whispering. Some even had their phones out, texting, recording, snapping pictures.
Lucia frowned, nudging Mia. “Do I have something on my face?”
Mia, just as confused, looked around. “No, but people are looking at you like you just became a celebrity overnight.”
That’s when Lucia’s phone vibrated. A text from Sarah.
Sarah: “Where the hell are you? Did you see the news about you and Adrian ?!”
Lucia’s stomach dropped.
Before she could respond,
